Blue Mountain Lake

Come all you bold fellers
Where'er you may be
Come set down a-while and listen to me
The truth I will tell you without a mistake
Of the rackets we had
About Blue Mountain Lake
Derry, down, down, down, derry down

There's the Sullivan brothers and
Big Jimmy Lou
Old Mose Gilbert and Dandy Pat too
As fine lot of fellers as ever you seen
And we all worked for
Griffith on township nineteen
Derry, down, down, down, derry, down
Bill Mitchell, you know, he kept our shanty
And as mean a damn man as you ever did see
He'd lay round the shanty
From morning till night
And, if a man said a word
He was ready to fight
Derry, down, down, down, derry down
Derry, down, down, down, derry down

One morning 'fore daylight Jim Lou
He got mad knocked hell out of Mitchell and
The boys was all glad
His wife, she just stood there, and
The truth I will tell
She was tickled to death to
See Mitchell catch hell
Derry, down, down, down, derry down
Derry, down, down, down, derry down

Old Griffith he stood here
The crabby old Drake
And a hand in the racket
We thought he would ake
But a couple of the boys
Come and took him away
"Becripes" said old Griffith
"I've nothing to say"
Derry, down, down, down, derry down
Derry, down, down, down, derry down

You can talk of your fashions
And styles to be seen
But there's none like Nellie
The cook of nineteen
She's short, thick and stout
Without a mistake
And we all call her Nellie
The belle of Long Lake
Derry, down, down, down, derry down
Derry, down, down, down, derry down
Well, my song's about over, adieu to you all
Christmas is coming and I'm
Going to Glens Falls and, when I get there
I'll go out on a spree
"Cause when I get drunk, boys
The devil's in me
Derry, down, down, down, derry down
Derry, down, down, down, derry down